Can I remooue my Goates: here, Tityre skant get I forvvard
Poore olde crone, tvvo tvvyns at a clappe ith boysterous hasilles
Left she behind, best hope i'my flock laid hard on a bare stone.
Had not a lucklesse lotte possest our mindes, I remember
VVarnings oft fro the blast burnt oake vve savv to be sent vs.
Oft did a left hand crovv foretell these thinges in her hull tree,
But this God left vs heare vvhat he vvas, good Tityre tell me.
Tityrus.
That same Cittie so braue vvhich Rome vvas vvont to be called,
Foole did I thinke, to be like this of ours, vvhere ove to the pastures
VVonted vvere to remooue from dammes our young prettie Cattell.
Thus did J thinke young vvhelpes, & Kids to be like to the mothers,
Thus did I vvont compare manie great thinges vvith many little.
But this above all tovvnes as loftily mounteth her high head,
As by the lovve base shrubbes tall Cypresse shooteth aboue them.
Melibæus.
And vohat did thee mooue that needes thou must goe to see Rome?
Tityrus.
Freedome: vohich though late, yet once lookt backe to my pore state,
After time vohen haires from my beard did ginne to be vohitish :
Yet lookt back at last and found me out after a long time.
VVhen Amarill vvas once obtainde, Galatea departed:
For (for I vvill confesse) vvhilst as Galatea did hold mee,
Hope did I not for freedome, and care had I none to my cattell.
Though manie faire young beastes our folde for the aulters aforded
And manie cheeses good fro my presse vvere sent to the Cittie:
Seldome times did I bring anie store of pence fro the markett.
Melibæus.
O Amarill, vvherefore, to thy Gods (very much did I meruaile)
Heauilie thou didst praie: ripe fruites vngathered all still:
Tityrus is not at home: these Pyne trees Tityre mist thee.
Fountaines longd for thee: these hedgrovves vvisht thy return home
VVhat vvas then to be doone? from bondage could not J vvind out :
Neither I could have found such gentle Gods any vohere els.
There did I see (Melibæe) that youth vvhose hestes I by course still
Fortnights whole to obserue on the Alters sure will I not faile.
Thus did he gentlie graunt to my sute when first I demaunded.
Keepe your heardes poore slaues as erst, let bulles to the makes still.
Happy olde man, then thou shalt haue thy farme to remaine still,
Large and large to thy selfe, others nought but stonie grauell:
And foule slymie rush wherewith their lees be besprinkled.
Heere no vnwoonted foode shall grieue young theaues who be laded,
Nor the infections foule of neighbours flocke shall annoie them.
Happie olde man. In shaddowy bankes and coole prettie places,
Heere by the quainted floodes and springs most holie remaining.
Here, these quicksets fresh which lands seuer out fro thy neighbors
And greene willow rowes which Hibla bees doo reioice in,
Oft fine whistring noise, shall bring sweete sleepe to thy sences.
Vnder a Rock side here will proyner chaunt merrie ditties.
Neither on highe Elme trees, thy beloude Doues loftilie sitting,
Nor prettie Turtles trim, vvill cease to crooke vvith a good cheere,
Tityrus.
First, therefore swift buckes shall flie for foode to the skies ward,
And from fish vvith drawn broade seas theselues shal auoid hence:
First, (both borders broke) Araris shal run to the Parthanes,
And likewise Tygris shall againe runne backe to the Germanes:
Ere his countnaunce sweete shall slippe once out from my hart roote.
Melibæus.
VVe poore soules, must some to the land eald Affrica packe hence.
Some to the farre Scythia, and some must to the swift flood Oaxis.
Some to the Britannia coastes quite parted farre fro the whole world.
Oh these pastures pure shall I nere more chance to behold yee?
And our cottage poore with warme turues couerd about trim.
Oh these trim tilde landes, shall a rechlesse souldier haue them?
And shall a Barbarian haue this croppe? see what a mischiefe
Discord vile hath araisde? for whom was our labour all tooke?
Novo Melibae ingraft pearie stocks, sette vines in an order.
Now goe (my braue flocke once that were) O now goe my kidlings.
Neuer againe shall I now in a greene bowre sweetelie reposed
See ye in queachie briers farre a loofe clambring on a high hill.
Now shall I sing no lygges, nor whilst I doo fall to my iunkets.
Shall ye my Goates, cropping sweete flowres & leaues sit about me.
Tityrus.
Yet thou maist tarrie heere, and keepe me companie this night,
All on a leauie couch: good Aples ripe I doo not lacke,
Chestnutts sweete good store, and plentie of curddes will I set thee.
Marke i'the Towne how chimnie tops doo beginne to be smoaking,
And fro the Mountaines high how shaddowes grow to be larger.
The seconde Æglogue called
Virgill in the personne of Corydon as some thinke, complayneth that he is not so gratious with Augustus as he would bee: or els it is to be referred to a youth Alexander, which was giuen him of Asinius Pollio, whom he blameth for the vnstedfastnes of his witt and wandring appetite, in refusing the freendly counsayle which he vsed to giue him.
Hat Sheepheard Corydon did burne in loue with Alexis,
All his masters deare: and nought had he whereby to hope for.
Onely in beechen groues, and dolesome shaddowy places.
Dailie resorted he: there these rude disordered outcryes,
Hylles and desert woodes throughout thus mournfully tuned.
O hard harted Alex, hast thou no regard to my sweete song?
Pyttiest me not a whitt: yea makst me nowe that I shall dye.
Yet doo the beastes find out fine shades and trim pretty coole plottes,
And fro the sun beames safe lie lyzardes vnder a bushtufte:
And for workmen toughe with boyling heate so beparched,
Garlick savery sweete and coole hearbes plenty be dressed
But, by the scorcht banke sydes i'thy foote steppes stil I goe plodding.
Hedgerowes hott doo resound with Grashops mournfully squeaking.
O had I not ben better abyd Amarillis her anger?
And her proude disdaine? yea better abyde my Menalcas:
What though brown did he seeme? yea what though thou be so gallant
O thou fine chery cheekt child trust not t'much to thy beauty.
Black violetts are tooke when dayses white be refused.
Me thou dost despise vnknowne to thy selfe yet Alexis:
What be my riches great in neate, in milke what aboundance.
In Sicill hylles be my Lambes of which there wander a thousand.
All times, colde and hote yet fresh milk neuer I wanted.
Such be my Musicke notes, as (when his flockes he recalling)
Amphion of Dirce did vse on shore Aracynthus.
Much mishapt I am not, for late in a bancke I behelde me,
VVhen still seas were calme, to thy Daphnis neede I not giue place
No, though thou be the iudge, if pictures haue any credite.
O were thou content to remaine with me by the downes heere,
In these lodgings small, and helpe me proppes to put vnder,
And trym kydling flocke with me to driue to the greene fieldes:
Pan in singing sweete with me shouldst brauely resemble:
Pan, was first the inuenter, pypes to adioyne in an order:
Pan, poore flockes and Sheepheardes to most duly regardeth.
Those fine lips thou needst not feare to bruse with a sweete pype:
VVhat did Amynt forsake i'this exercise to be cunning?
Onepype with seauene sundry stops matcht sweetly together.
Haue I my selfe, Damætas which ats death he bequeathd me,
And sayd, heere, thou art now the second which euer hath ought it.
So sayd Damætas: but Amyntas spightfully scornde it.
Also, two pretty small wyld kyddes, most goodlie bespotted
Haue I, that heere i'the dales doo runne skant safe I doo feare me.
Twyce in a day two teates they suck: for thee will I keepe them.
Wondrous faine to haue had them both was Thestylis of late:
And so she shall: for I see thou scornst whatso-euer I giue thee.
Come hyther O thou sweete face boy: see see, to thy selfe heere
How fayre Nymphes in baskets full doo bring manie Lillies :
White violets sweete Nais plucks and bloomes fro the Poppies,
Narcyss, and dyll flowres most sweete that sauoureth also.
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