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The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia. Return to Renascence Editions The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia (1590). Book I. Sir Philip Sidney. Book I. | Book II. | Book III. Note on the e-text: this Renascence Editions text was transcribed by Risa Bear, October, 2003, from the Sommer facsimile of a British Museum copy of the Ponsonby edition of 1590. The text is in the public domain. Content unique to this presentation is copyright © 2003 The University of Oregon. For nonprofit and educational uses only. New readers take note: the numbered marginal notations are reproduced as nearly as possible to those found in the text, and expected notes may be missing or not found to correspond with the chapter headings. T H E COV NT E SS E O F P E M B R O K E S A R C A D I A, W R I T T E N B Y S I R P H I L I P P E S I D N E I. http://darkwing.uoregon.edu/%7Erbear/arcadia1.html (1 of 142)4/11/2005 9:13:14 AM The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia. L O N D O N Printed for William Ponsonbie. Anno Domini, 1590. T O M Y D E AR E LAD I E A N D S I S T E R, T H E C O V N- T E S S E O F P E M B R O K E. Ere now haue you (most deare, and most worthy to be most deare Lady) this idle worke of mine: which I fear (like the Spiders webbe) will be thought fitter to be swept away, then worn to any other purpose. For my part, in very trueth (as the cruell fathers among the Greekes, were woont to doo to the babes they would not foster) I could well find in my harte, to cast out in some desert of forgetfulnes this child, which I am loath to father. But you desired me to doo it, and your desire, to my hart is an absolute commandement. now, it is done onelie for you, onely http://darkwing.uoregon.edu/%7Erbear/arcadia1.html (2 of 142)4/11/2005 9:13:14 AM The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia. to you: if you keepe it to your selfe, or to such friendes, who will weigh errors in the ballaunce of good will, I hope, for the fathers sake, it will be pardoned, perchaunce made much of, though in it selfe it haue deformities. For indeede, for seuerer eyes it is not, being but a trifle, and that triflinnglie handled. Your deare selfe can best witnes the maner, being done in loose sheetes of paper, most of it in your presence, the rest, by sheetes, sent vnto you, as fast as they were done. In summe, a young head, not so well stayed as I would it were, (and shall be when God will) hauing many more fancies begotten in it, if it had not ben in some way deliuered, would haue growen a monster, & more sorie might I be that they came in, then that they got out. But his chiefe safetie, shalbe the not walking abroad; & his chiefe protection, the bearing the liuery of your name; which (if much much good will not deceaue me) is worthy to be a sa[n]ctuary for a greater offender. This say I, because I knowe the vertue so; and this say I, because it may be euer so; or to say better, because it will be euer so. Read it then at your idle tymes, and the follyes your good iudgement wiwl finde in it, blame not, but laugh at. And so, looking for no better stuffe, then, as in an Haberdashers shoppe, glasses, or feathers, you will continue to loue the writer, who doth exceedinglie loue you; and most most hartelie praies you may long liue, to be a pricipall ornament to the family of the Sidneis. Your louing Brother Philip Sidnei. http://darkwing.uoregon.edu/%7Erbear/arcadia1.html (3 of 142)4/11/2005 9:13:14 AM The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia. He diuision and summing of the Chapters was not of Sir Philip Sidneis dooing, but aduentured by the ouer-seer of the print, for the more ease of the Readers. He therfore submits himselfe to their iudgement, and if his labour answere not the worthines of the booke, desireth pardon for it. As also if any defect be found in the Eclogues, which although they were of Sir Phillip Sidneis writing, yet were they not perused by him, but left till the worke had bene finished, that then choise should haue bene made, which should haue bene taken, and in what manner brought in. At this time they haue bene chosen and disposed as the ouer-seer thought best. T H E C O V N T E S S E OF P E M B R O K E S A R C A D I A W R I T- T E N B Y S I R P H I L I P S I D N E I. T H E F I R S T B O O K E. C H A P. I. 1 The shepherdish complaints of the absented louers Strephon and Claius. 2 The second shipwrack of Pyrocles and Musidorus. Their strange sauing, 3 enteruiew, and 4 parting. http://darkwing.uoregon.edu/%7Erbear/arcadia1.html (4 of 142)4/11/2005 9:13:14 AM The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia. T was in the time that the earth begins to put on her new apparel against the approach of her louer, and that the Sun ru[n]ning a most eue[n] course becums an indifferent arbiter 1 betweene the night and the day; when the hopelesse shepheard Strephon was come to the sandes, which lie against the Island of Cithera; where viewing the place with a heauy kinde of delight, and sometimes casting his eyes to the Ileward, he called his friendly riuall, the pastor Claius vnto him, and setting first downe in his darkened countenance a dolefull copie of what he would speake: O my Claius, said he, hether we are now come to pay the rent, for which we are so called vnto by ouer-busie Remembrance, restlesse Remembrance, which claymes not onely this dutie of vs, but for it will haue vs forget our selues. I pray you when wee were amid our flocke, and that of other shepeheardes some were running after their sheep strayed beyond their bounds, some delighting their eyes with seeing them nibble vpon the short and sweete grasse, some medicining their sick ewes, some setting a bell for an ensigne of a sheepish squadron, some with more leasure inuenting new games of exercising their bodies & sporting their wits: did Remembrance grount vs any holiday, eyther for pastime or deuotion, nay either for necessary foode or naturall rest? but that still it forced our thoughts to worke vpo[n] this place, where we last (alas that the word last should so long last) did gaze our eyes vpon her euer flourishing beautie: did it not still crie within vs? Ah you base minded wretches, are your thoughts so deeply bemired in the trade of ordinary worldlings, as for respect of gaine some paultry wooll may yeeld you, to let so much time passe without knowing perfectly her estate, especially in so http://darkwing.uoregon.edu/%7Erbear/arcadia1.html (5 of 142)4/11/2005 9:13:14 AM The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia. troublesome a season? to leaue that shore vnsaluted, from whence you may see to the Island where she dwelleth? to leaue those steps vnkissed wherein Vrania printed the farewell of all beautie? Wel then, Remembraunce commaunded, we obeyed, and here we finde, that as our remembraunce came euer cloathed vnto vs in the forme of this place, so this place giues newe heate to the feauer of our languishing remembrance. Yonder my Claius, Vrania lighted, the verie horse (me thought) bewayled to be so disburdened: and as for thee, poore Claius, when thou wentst to help her downe, I saw reuerence and desire so deuide thee, that thou didst at one instant both blushe and quake, and in stead of bearing her, weart ready to fall downe thy selfe. There shee sate, vouchsafing my cloake (then most gorgeous) vnder her: at yonder rising of the ground she turned her selfe, looking backe toward her woonted abode, and because of her parting bearing much sorrow in hir eyes, the lightsomnes whereof had yet so naturall a cherefulnesse, as it made euen sorrow seeme to smile; at that turning she spake vnto vs all, opening the cherrie of hir lips, & Lord how greedily mine eares did feed vpon the sweete words she vttered? And here she laide her hand ouer thine eyes, when shee saw the teares springing in them, as if she would conceale them from other, and yet her selfe feele some of thy sorrow: But woe is me, yonder, yonder, did she put her foote into the boate, at that instant as it were deuiding her heauenly beautie, betweene the Earth and the Sea. But when she was imbarked, did you not marke how the windes whistled, & the seas daunst for ioy, how the sailes did swel with pride, and all because they had Vrania? O Vrania, blessed be thou Vrania, the sweetest fairenesse and fairest sweetenesse: with that worde his voice brake so with sobbing, that he could say no further; and Claius thus answered.