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R185421 AMintas on a Summers day / to shun Apollo's beams, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 348 The Tragedy of Phillis, Complaining of the Disloyal / Love of Amintas. The Tragedy of Phillis, Complaining of the Disloyal Love of Amintas. The Tragedy of Phyllis, Complaining of the Disloyal Love of Amintas. 1663-1663

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AMintas on a Summers day to shun Apollos beams, Was driving of his flock away, to tast some cooling streams. And through a Forest as they went hard by a rivers side, A voice which from a grove was sent invited him to bide. The voyce well seemd for to be wray some Male-contented mind, For oft times did he hear it say ten thousand times unkind: The remnant of that raging moan did all escape his ear, For every word brought forth a groan and every groan a tear. And nearer when it did repair, both face and voice he knew, He saw that Phillis was come there her plaints for to renew, Thus leaving her unto her plaints and sorrow slaking groans, He heard her deadly discontents thus all breakt forth at once. Amintas is thy love to me of such a light account, That thou disdainst to look on me or love as thou was wont. Were those the Oaths that thou didst make the Vows thou didst conceive, When I for thy contentment sake my hearts delight did leave. How oft didst thou protest to me the Heaven should turn to naught, The Sun should first obscured be, ere thou wouldst change thy thought. Then heaven desolve without delay Sun shew thy face no more, Amintas love is lost for aye, and wo is me therefore. Well might I if I had been wise foreseen what now I find, But too much love did dull mine eyes and made my judgement blind: But O alas! the effect doth prove, that it was plain deceit,
For true and undefiled love will never turn to hate. All thy behaviours were (God knows) too smooth and too discreet, Like Sugar which impoysoned grows, suspects because its sweet. Thine oaths and vows did promise more then well thou couldst perform Much like a calm that comes before an unexpected storm. God knows it would not grieve me much for to be kild for thee, But oh, too near it doth me touch that thou shouldst murder me; God knows I care not for the pain can come for loss of breath, Tis thy unkindness cruel Swain that grives me to the death. Amintas tell me if thou may, if any fault of mine Hath given thee cause for to betray mine hearts delight and thine: No, no alas it could not be, my love to thee was such, Unless that I if urged thee in loving thee too much. But oh, alas what do I gain, by this my fond complaint, My dolour doubles my disdain my grief thy joy augment. Although it yields no greater good, it oft doth ease my mind, For to reproach the ingratitude of him that is unkind. With that her hand, cold, wan and pale, upon her brest she layes And seeing that her breath did fail, she sighs and then she sayes, Amintas, and with that poor Maid she sighd again full sore, But after that she never said, nor sighd, nor breathd no more:
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