The Faithful Shepherdess The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Volume 2 of 10).
THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Vol. 2 of 10) _Actus Primus. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Clorin _a shepherdess, having buried her Love in an Arbour._ Hail, holy Earth, whose cold Arms do imbrace The truest man that ever fed his flocks By the fat plains of fruitful _Thessaly_, Thus I salute thy Grave, thus do I pay My early vows, and tribute of mine eyes To thy still loved ashes; thus I free My self from all insuing heats and fires Of love: all sports, delights and jolly games That Shepherds hold full dear, thus put I off.
prison for your mind. Nearly all people choose the latter; we know
what becomes of the few who do not."
But this reference to the times led us to speak slowly and solemnly of
what all men now are speaking--war that must come between the North and
the South. We agreed that it would come from each side as a blazing
torch to Kentucky, which lies between the two and is divided between
the two in love and hate--to Kentucky, where the ideal of a soldier's
life is always the ideal of a man's duty and utmost glory.
At last I felt that my time had come.
"Georgiana," I said, "there is one secret I have never shared with you.
It is the only fear I have ever felt regarding our future. But, if
there should be a war--you'd better know it now--leave you or not leave
you, I am going to join the army."
She grew white and faint with the thought of a day to come. But at
last she said:
"Yes; you must go."
"I know one thing," I added, after a long silence; "if I could do my
whole duty as a Kentuckian--as an American citizen--as a human being--I
should have to fight on both sides."
THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Vol. 2 of 10) _Actus Primus. Scena Prima._ _Enter_ Clorin _a shepherdess, having buried her Love in an Arbour._ Hail, holy Earth, whose cold Arms do imbrace The truest man that ever fed his flocks By the fat plains of fruitful _Thessaly_, Thus I salute thy Grave, thus do I pay My early vows, and tribute of mine eyes To thy still loved ashes; thus I free My self from all insuing heats and fires Of love: all sports, delights and jolly games That Shepherds hold full dear, thus put I off.