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1.368 S4113 1 a pleasant new Court Tune A Pleasant New Court Tune AMyntas on a Summers day, / to shunne Apollo's beames, another edition at 3.319 (columns 1-2) Pepys 1.368 STC 15.3 [M. Flesher for H. Gosson c.1625]; Rollins (2) 71 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 131). Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 368 The Tragedie of Phillis, complaining of the disloyall / Loue of Amyntas. The Tragedie of Phillis, complaining of the disloyall Love of Amyntas The Tragedy of Phyllis, Complaining of the Disloyal Love of Amyntas Ayton, Sir Robert 1/2 sheet folio, 256 x 141 cropped top edge, uneven inking cast fleurons Printer 1625 Weinstein: STC

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AMyntas on a Summers day, to shunne Apollo's beames, Was driving of his flockes away, to taste some cooling streames, And through a Forrest as he went, unto a river side, A voyce which from a grove was sent invited him to bide. The voyce well seem'd for to bewray some mal-contented minde: For oft times did he heare it say, Ten thousand times unkind. The remnant of that raging mone, did all escape his eare: For every word brought forth a grone, and every grone a teare. And neerer when he did repaire, both face and voyce he knew: He saw that Phillis was come there, her plaints for to renew: Thus leaving her unto her plaints, and sorrow-slaking grones: He heard her deadly discontents, thus all breake forth at once. Amyntas, is my love to thee of such a light account, That thou disdainst to looke on mee, or love as thou wast wont? Were those the oathes that thou didst make, the vowes thou didst conceive, When I for thy contentments sake, mine hearts delight did leave? How oft didst thou protest to me, the Heavens should turne to nought: The Sunne should first obscured be, er'e thou wouldst change thy thought? Then Heaven, dissolve without delay: Sunne shew thy face no more, Amyntas love is lost for aye, and woe is me therefore. Well might I, if I had beene wise, foreseene what now I finde: But too much love did fill mine eyes, and made my judgement blinde: But ah, alas! the'effect doth prove, thy drifts were but deceit, For true and undissembled love, will never turne to hate.
All thy behavours were (God knowes) too smooth and too discreet: Like Sugar which impoysoned growes, suspect because its sweet: Thine oathes & vowes did promise more then well thou couldst performe, Much like a clame that comes before an unsuspected storme. God knowes, it would not greeve me much for to be killd for thee: But oh! too neere it doth me touch, that thou shouldst murther me: God knowes, I care not for the paine can come for losse of breath: 'Tis thy unkindnesse, cruell Swaine, that grieves me to the death. Amyntas, tell me, if thou may, if any fault of mine Hath given thee cause thus to betray mine hearts delight and thine? No no alas it could not be, my love to thee was such, Unlesse if that I urged thee, in loving thee too much. But ah; alas, what doe I gaine, by these my fond complaints? My dolour double thy disdaine, my griefe thy joy augments: Although it yeeld no greater good, it oft doth ease my mind: For to reproch th'ingratitude of him who is unkind. With that her hand cold, wan, and pale, upon her brest she layes: And seeing that her breath did faile, she sighes, and then she saies, Amyntas; and with that poore maid, she sigh'd againe full sore: That after that she never said, nor sigh'd nor breath'd no more.
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