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<HEAD>The Tragedy of <HI>Phillis,</HI> Complaining of the Di&s;loyal Love of <HI>Amintas.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To a New Court Tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L><HI>AMintas</HI> on a Summers day</L>
<L>to &s;hun <HI>Apollo's</HI> beams,</L>
<L>Was driving of his flock away,</L>
<L>to ca&s;t &s;ome cooling &s;treams.</L>
<L>And through a Forre&s;t as they went</L>
<L>hard by a rivers &s;ide,</L>
<L>A voice which from a grove was &s;ent</L>
<L>invited him to bide.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The voyce well &s;eem'd for to bewray</L>
<L>&s;ome Male-contented mind,</L>
<L>For oft times did he hear it &s;ay</L>
<L>ten thou&s;and times unkind:</L>
<L>The remnant of that raging moan</L>
<L>did all e&s;cape his ear,</L>
<L>For every word brought forth a groan</L>
<L>and every groan a tear.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And nearer when it did repair,</L>
<L>both face and voice he knew,</L>
<L>He &s;aw that <HI>Phillis</HI> was come there</L>
<L>her plaints for to renew,</L>
<L>Thus leaving her unto her plaints</L>
<L>and &s;orrow &s;laking groans,</L>
<L>He heard her deadly di&s;contents</L>
<L>thus all breakt forth at once.</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Amintas</HI> is thy love to me</L>
<L>of &s;uch a light account,</L>
<L>That thou di&s;dain&s;t to look on me</L>
<L>or love as thou was wont.</L>
<L>Were tho&s;e the Oaths that thou did&s;t make</L>
<L>the Vows thou did&s;t conceive,</L>
<L>When I for thy contentment &s;ake</L>
<L>my hearts delight did leave.</L>
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<LG>
<L>How oft did&s;t thou prote&s;t to me</L>
<L>the Heaven &s;hould turn to naught,</L>
<L>The Sun &s;hould fir&s;t ob&s;cured be,</L>
<L>ere thou would&s;t change thy thought.</L>
<L>Then heaven de&s;olve without delay</L>
<L>Sun &s;hew thy face no more,</L>
<L><HI>Amintas</HI> love is lo&s;t for aye,</L>
<L>and wo is me therefore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Well might I if I had b&eacute;en wi&s;e</L>
<L>fore&s;&eacute;en what now I find,</L>
<L>But too much love did dull mine eyes</L>
<L>and made my judgement blind:</L>
<L>But O alas! the effect doth prove,</L>
<L>that it was plain deceit,</L>
<L>For true and undefiled love</L>
<L>will never turn to hate.</L>
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<LG>
<L>All thy behaviours were (God knows)</L>
<L>too &s;mooth and too di&s;cr&eacute;et,</L>
<L>Like Sugar which impoy&s;oned grows,</L>
<L>&s;u&s;pects becau&s;e it's &s;w&eacute;et.</L>
<L>Thine oaths and vows did promi&s;e more</L>
<L>then well thou could&s;t perform</L>
<L>Much like a calm that comes before</L>
<L>an unexpected &s;torm.</L>
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<L>God knows it would not grieve me much</L>
<L>for to be kil'd for thee,</L>
<L>But oh, too near it doth me touch</L>
<L>that thou &s;hould&s;t murder me;</L>
<L>God knows I care not for the pain</L>
<L>can come for lo&s;s of breath,</L>
<L>Tis thy unkindne&s;s cruel Swain</L>
<L>that grives me to the death.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Amintas</HI> tell me if thou may,</L>
<L>if any fault of mine</L>
<L>Hath given thee cau&s;e for to betray</L>
<L>mine hearts delight and thine:</L>
<L>No, no alas it could not be,</L>
<L>my love to thee was &s;uch,</L>
<L>Unle&s;s that I if urged th&eacute;e</L>
<L>in loving th&eacute;e to much.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But ah, alas what do I gain,</L>
<L>by this my fond complaint,</L>
<L>My dolour doubles my di&s;dain</L>
<L>my grief thy joy augment.</L>
<L>Although it yields no greater good,</L>
<L>it oft doth ea&s;e my mind,</L>
<L>For to reproach the ingratitude</L>
<L>of him that is unkind.</L>
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<L>With that her hand, cold, wan and pale,</L>
<L>upon her bre&s;t &s;he layes</L>
<L>And &s;eeing that her breath did fail,</L>
<L>&s;he &s;ighs and then &s;he &s;ayes,</L>
<L><HI>Amintas,</HI> and with that poor Maid</L>
<L>&s;he &s;igh'd again full &s;ore,</L>
<L>But after that &s;he never &s;aid,</L>
<L>nor &s;igh'd, nor breath'd no more.</L>
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<TRAILER>Finis.</TRAILER>
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