Amintas a pastoral acted at the Theatre Royal / made English out of Italian from the Aminta of Tasso by Mr. Oldmixon.
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Amintas a pastoral acted at the Theatre Royal / made English out of Italian from the Aminta of Tasso by Mr. Oldmixon.
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Tasso, Torquato, 1544-1595.
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London :: Printed for Rich. Parker ...,
1698.
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SCENE I.
Elpinus, Chorus.
Elpin.
OH Love! how rigid are thy Laws?How much must all that once subjectThemselves to thee, endure beforeThey taste the promis'd joy?Who, who would not have curst thy power,Rebell'd against thy sway, and soughtSome other way to bliss? if poorAmintas had not scap'd the deathsThy usage tempted him to seek.Ev'n we, who have ador'd thee longWith much fidelity and zeal;We, who have rais'd thy name aboveAll other Gods, to whom we makeOur own Apollo yield; should thenHave taught our Children to forgetThy worship, and forsake thy Temples.But now that our Amintas lives,We'll, if 'tis possible, forgetThy Cruelty, to bless thy Care.
Chorus.
The Sage Elpinus comes and talksAs if Amintas were alive:Ah Shepherd! didst thou know the thingsWhich we have heard to day; the illsThat Love has brought on all, thou wouldstHave little reason to forgetHis Cruelty, or bless his Care.
Elpin.
Rejoyce, my friends, rejoice, the newsYou heard is false; Amintas lives.
Chor.
Ah! what, Eipinus, dost thou say?How dost thou comfort us? Is't false?
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Did he not fling himself but nowFrom yonder Hill among the Rocks?Ah! tell us how he was preserv'd? what pow'r,What God was by, to save him at his fall?
Elpin.
Hear then what I shall say, no moreThan I have with these eyes beheld.I've in the Desart Vale a Cave,Where Thyrsis came to mc to day,Where, while we talkt of that proud NymphWhose Fetters formerly he wore,And I at present wear, we heardA voice, and lookt up tow'rds the hill;Whence, down the Precipice, we sawA Body tumble on a Bush.Just by my Cave, and near the Mount,A few tall Bushes rise from Box,And other Trees, which all uniteIn one; on these we saw him fall:But, carry'd by the Body's weight,He rowl'd off thence, and at our feetFell next; the Bushes sav'd the blowSo much, we took him up alive.He was yet speechless, and 'twas longE're we had any other signsOf Life, besides his sighs and groans, which shew'dUs that he breath'd: But, oh!When we perceiv'd who 'twas, what tongueCan tell the fright which we were in?Pity and wonder struck us dumb:Yet thinking by his breath, he mightStill live, we were a little calm'd.
Chor.
Oh wonderful Escape! Oh thouHadst cause, Elpinus, to applaudThe Care and Providence of Love.
Elp.
Thyrsis then told me what had past,The secret of his Love, and howDespair had hurry'd him to this.We fetch'd the Remedies we hadAt hand, and for Alfibeus sent,
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Who by Apollo has been taughtThe Art of Physick; when he came,He told us quickly, there were hopes.And as we wept to see him stillLye speechless in his arms he saidWe should not be surpriz'd at that;For, having searcht him well, he foundNo wounds, nor any thing which mightWith reason make us fear: 'Tis true,He said he might be some time in a Trance,But after would recover soon.And having then perform'd his Art,He order'd men to bear him home,Who at a little distance hence,Are coming with our Friend.
Chorus.
What Fools are men in Love? how aptTo be deceiv'd, how ready oftTo joyn with those they love to cheat themselves?What mischiefs have their false despairs,And groundless hopes begot? How nearWas poor Amintas rash mistake,Depriving us of what we allExpected in our time to see,The grace and pleasure of these woods?
Elp.
Alfibeus with his charge appears,And in his Looks we may discern,How much Amintas. safely gladsHis soul as well as ours.
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