Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.84 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
I am an old man, ay, and therefore care not To see my withered face, and hoary hair: Give it that young thing, she knows what to do with it. Daughter, come hither, use him courteously, And kindly too: (Be sure you take his gift.) Daphnis, I'll leave you both together here; My sheep are shearing, I can stay no longer. Farewell old man; health to my dearest Mistress And to you shepherd. Daphnis am not I Worthy to have a share in your salute? How can I give thee part of that, whereof I have no share myself? If you would love There, where you are beloved again, you might Make your content such, as you would yourself. If you, Nerina, would vouchsafe to love Him that loves you, and ever will, you might Make your content such as you would yourself. Shepherd, I oft have wished you not to trouble Me and yourself with words: I cannot love you. As oft Dorinda have I spoke to you, To leave to trouble me: I cannot love you. Will you then slight my love, because 'tis offered? Will you then slight my love, because 'tis offered? somebody else may love you, I cannot. somebody else may love you, I cannot. O cruel words; how they do pierce my heart! O cruel words, how they do pierce my heart! How can I help it, if your destiny Lead you to love, where you may not obtain? How can I help it, if your destiny Lead you to love, where you may not obtain. It is not destiny that injures me, It is thy cruel will, and marble heart. It is not destiny that injures me, It is thy cruel will, and marble heart. No Daphnis, 'tis not hardness of my heart, Nor any cruelty that causes this. Then 'tis disdain of me. Nor is it that: I do not see in Daphnis any thing To cause disdain. Why do you not reply In those same words to me, malicious Echo? Pray leave me, I have other business now To trouble me; if you disdain me not, Fair Nymph, as you pretend, receive my offer. What's that? My heart. I will gentle Daphnis. O importunity! Give her thy heart, She has deserved it, for she loves thee, Daphnis. First I would tear it piecemeal here before you. O me unfortunate! O cruel man! Stay good Dorinda, I'll go with thee, stay. Let her go where she will, behold sweet saint This Mirror here, the faithful representer Of that which I adore, your beauteous form, When you do see in that how how lovely are your looks, you will not blame my love. If I refuse it, My father will be angry, let me see it: Here take thy glass again: what ails my head? I know not where I am, it is so giddy: And something like a drowsiness has seized My vital spirits. How do you love? not well? Heavy o'th' sudden; I'll go home, & sleep.
nodes 806–875 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 39 in this edition
Length
506 words · 673 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.845 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T24 · seed 44: T25 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I am an old man, I, and therefore care not To ſee my wither'd face, and hoarie haire: Give it that young thing, ſhe knows what to doe with it. Daughter, come hither, uſe him courteouſly, And kindly too: (Be ſure you take his gift.) Daphnis, I'le leave you both together here; My ſheepe are ſhearing, I can ſtay no longer. Farewell old man; health to my deareſt Miſtreſſe And to you ſhepheard. Daphnis am not I Worthy to have a ſhare in your ſalute? How can I give thee part of that, whereof I have no ſhare my ſelfe? If you would love There, where you are belov'd againe, you might Make your content ſuch, as you would your ſelfe. If you, Nerina, would vouchſafe to love Him that loves you, and ever will, you might Make your content ſuch as you would your ſelfe. Shepheard, I oft have wiſht you not to trouble Me and your ſelfe with words: I cannot love you. As oft Dorinda have I ſpoke to you, To leave to trouble me: I cannot love you. Will you then ſlight my love, becauſe 'tis offer'd? Will you then ſlight my love, becauſe 'tis offer'd? Some body elſe may love you, I cannot. Some body elſe may love you, I cannot. O cruell words; how they do peirce my heart! O cruell words, how they do peirce my heart! How can I helpe it, if your deſtinie Lead you to love, where you may not obtaine? How can I helpe it, if your deſtinie Leade you to love, where you may not obtaine. It is not deſtinie that injures me, It is thy cruell will, and marble heart. It is not deſtinie that injures me, It is thy cruell will, and marble heart. No Daphnis, 'tis not hardnes of my heart, Nor any crueltie that cauſes this. Then 'tis diſdaine of me. Nor is it that: I do not ſee in Daphnis any thing To cauſe diſdaine. Why do you not replie In thoſe ſame words to me, malicious Eccho? Pray leave me, I have other buſineſſe now To trouble me; if you diſdaine me not, Faire Nymph, as you pretend, receive my offer. What's that? My heart. I will gentle Daphnis. O importunitie! Give her thy heart, She has deſerv'd it, for ſhe loves thee, Daphnis. Firſt I would teare it peecemeale here before you. O me unfortunate! O cruell man! Stay good Dorinda, I'le goe with thee, ſtay. Let her goe where ſhe will, behold ſweete ſaint This Mirror here, the faithfull repreſenter Of that which I adore, your beautious forme, When you do ſee in that how how lovely are your lookes, you will not blame my love. If I refuſe it, My father will be angrie, let me ſee it: Here take thy glaſſe againe: what ailes my head? I know not where I am, it is ſo giddie: And ſomething like a drouſineſſe has ſeiz'd My vitall ſpirits. How do you love? not well? Heavy o'th ſuddaine; Ile goe home, & ſleepe.