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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F65 - Deare how doe thy wining eyes

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Dialogue
Sheapherd, and Sheapherdeſs



She: Deare how doe thy wining eyes
    my ſences wholy ty?
sh:2. ſence of ſight wherin most lies
    chang, and variety,
she: chang in mee?
sh:2 choyſe in thee ſome new delight to try;
she: When I chang, or chuſe butt thee
    then changed bee mine eyes;
sh:2 If you abſent ſee nott mee
    will you nott breake thes tyes?
she: how can I
from thence fly wher ſuch parfection lies?
sh:2 I must yett more try thy loue
    how if yt I should chang?
she: in thy hart can neuer moue
    a thought ſoe ill, ſoe strang,
sh:2 ſay I dy?
she: neuer I would from thy loue estrang;
sh:2 Dead what could'st thou loue in mee
    when hope, wt lyfe were fled?
she: Beauty, worth, and fayth in thee
    wch liue will, though thou dead:
sh:2 beauty dies.
she: nott wher lies a minde ſoe richly sped:
sh:2 Thou dost speake ſoe faire, ſoe kind
    I can nott chuſe butt trust:
she: none vnto ſoe chaste a minde
    should euer bee vniust
sh:2 Then thus rest
true poſsest of loue wtout mistrust

'Dialogue'

Dialogue
Shepherd, and Shepherdess
She: Dear how do thy wining eyes
    My senses wholly tie?
sh:2. Sense of sight wherein most lies
    Change, and variety.
she: Change in me?
sh:2 Choice in thee some new delight* to try.
she: When I change, or choose but thee
    Then changed be mine eyes.
sh:2 If* you absent see not me
    Will you not break these ties?
she: How can I
    From thence* fly where such perfection lies?
sh:2 I must yet more try thy love
    How if that I should change?
she: In thy heart can never move
    A thought so ill, so strange.
sh:2 Say I die?
she: Never I would* from thy love estrange.
sh:2 Dead what could'st* thou love in me
    When hope, with life were* fled?
she: Beauty, worth, and* faith in thee
    Which live will, though thou dead.
sh:2 Beauty dies.
she: Not where lies a mind so richly sped:
sh:2 Thou dost speak so fair, so kind
    I cannot choose but trust.
she: None unto so chaste a mind
    Should ever be unjust.
sh:2 Then thus rest
    True possessed of love without mistrust.


In Urania this dialogue is moved to the conclusion of Book One, fol.143, [U12] where it forms part of the eclogues (pastoral songs) held to honour the release of the female characters from their captivity in the Throne of Love. Roberts notes a parallel with RS Pastoral 2.

'delight' = 'delights' in U.
'If': = 'When' in U.
'from thence': = 'Ever' in U.
'would': = 'could' in U.
'could'st': = 'canst' in U.
'were': = 'is' in U.
'Beauty, worth, and': = 'Virtue, beauty' in U.

Sh. Deare, how doe thy winning eyes
        my ſenſes wholly tye?

She. Senſe of ſight wherein moſt lyes
    change, and Variety.

Sh. Change in me?
She. Choice in thee ſome new delights to try.
She. When I change or chooſe but thee
    then changed be mine eyes.

She. When you abſent, ſee not me,
    will you not breake theſe tyes?

Sh. How can I,
    euer flye, where ſuch perfection lies?

She. I muſt yet more try thy loue,
    how if that I ſhould change?

Sh. In thy heart can neuer mooue
    a thought ſo ill, ſo ſtrange.

She. Say I dye?
Sh. Neuer I, could from thy loue eſtrange.
She. Dead, what canſt thou loue in me,
    when hope, with life is fledd?

Sh. Vertue, beauty, faith in thee,
    which liue will, though thou dead,

She. Beauty dyes.
Sh. Not where lyes a minde ſo richly ſpedd.
She. Thou doſt ſpeake ſo faire, ſo kind,
    I cannot choſe but truſt,

Sh. None vnto ſo chaſte a minde
    ſhould euer be vniuſt.

She. Then thus reſt,
    true poſſeſt, of loue without miſtruſt.

Dialogue

She: Dear how do thy wining eyes
    My senses wholly tie?
sh:2. Sense of sight wherein most lies
    Change, and variety.
she: Change in me?
sh:2 Choice in thee some new delights to try.
she: When I change, or choose but thee
    Then changed be mine eyes.
sh:2 When you absent see not me
    Will you not break these ties?
she: How can I
    Ever fly where such perfection lies?
sh:2 I must yet more try thy love
    How if that I should change?
she: In thy heart can never move
    A thought so ill, so strange.
sh:2 Say I die?
she: Never I could from thy love estrange.
sh:2 Dead what canst thou love in me
    When hope, with life is fled?
she: Virtue, beauty, faith in thee
    Which live will, though thou dead.
sh:2 Beauty dies.
she: Not where lies a mind so richly sped:
sh:2 Thou dost speak so fair, so kind
    I cannot choose but trust.
she: None unto so chaste a mind
    Should ever be unjust.
sh:2 Then thus rest
    True possessed of love without mistrust.


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