Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Shepherds' Holiday · chunk 32 of 39

Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals)
pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court
T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.68 · 485 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

She is dead, I see. Love is still full of fears: give me the water. Here, but take heed it do not spoil her face. If she be dead, you need not fear the change Of any colour; what a child is love? The Gods, I see, will not let beauty die: She breathes, she stirs, her eyes begin to open As after sleep. O miracle! How now? s she alive? will you beleeve your sence? Now I have put her in your hands, be sure You do not let her go, and lose no time. If you give credit to her words, you're lost. What cannot women's words and flatteries Effect with simple lovers? think on that, Be confident: I'll leave you to your Fate. You Gods where am I now? what place is this? What light is this I see? are the same things Seen in this new world, as they are in th' other? Or in the grave do men see waters, trees, As I do now, and all things as I lived? But sure I live still: if I do, why then Was I here buried amongst these flowers? Sure I am dead; but yet I walk and speak, And I have heard that those who once are dead, Can never use their voice, or action: But who is this I see here? Daphnis, ha! Are you dead too, as well as I? No sweet, I live to be the servant of Nerina. ay, so said Hylas, whilst I lived with him. She thinks of Hylas still, what shall I do? But tell me Daphnis, in what place am I? In Daphnis heart you live, and ever did. And so said Hylas, when we lived together. O Gods again? Nerina think not on him, You must love me. Must they in this new world, As they have changed their lives, so change their loves, I never shall do that. You are deceived. You are not dead. Not dead? how came I hither then? By my device to keep me company. But will you not declare, how I came hither? Ask me not that, but go along with me. Stay shepherd, whither would you have me go? Where love and silence shall befriend us best. But tell me Daphnis, was not I once dead? You were, but I your servant changed that death into a sleep. I know not what you mean, Can you change death into a sleep? I can, And did for love of you. This is a riddle, Pray let me know what you do mean by it. Come with me, and you shall. Nay, tell me first. Then know fair shepherdess, that when I saw My love, my services, my gifts, my vows, Did all return to me without your love, I had recourse unto this Artifice, A pleasant one of love's Invention, Which you may well remember.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Shepherds' Holiday
AuthorRutter, Joseph
Publication year (edition)1635
First performance / composition (Annals)1634 [1633-1635]
First performance (BritDrama)1633 [1629-1635]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
Theaterbefore the Court;Whitehall;
Genre (British Drama)pastoral
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1028 · TCP A11205 · DEEP 843
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1971–2034 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 39 in this edition
Length485 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T1 — Death, grief and revenge cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.679 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
She is dead, I ſee. Love is ſtill full of feares: give me the water. Here, but take heede it do not ſpoile her face. If ſhe be dead, you neede not feare the change Of any color; what a childe is love? The Gods, I ſee, will not let beautie die: he breathes, ſhe ſtirs, her eies begin to open As after ſleepe. O miracle! How now? s ſhe alive? will you beleeve your ſence? Now I have put her in your hands, be ſure You do not let her goe, and loſe no time. If you give credit to her words, you're loſt. What cannot womens words and flatteries Effect with ſimple lovers? thinke on that, Be confident: Ile leave you to your Fate. You Gods where am I now? what place is this? What light is this I ſee? are the ſame things Seene in this new world, as they are in th' other? Or in the grave do men ſee waters, trees, As I do now, and all things as I liv'd? But ſure I live ſtill: if I doe, why then Was I here buried amongſt theſe flowers? Sure I am dead; but yet I walke and ſpeake, And I have heard that thoſe who once are dead, Can never uſe their voice, or action: But who is this I ſee here? Daphnis, ha! Are you dead too, as well as I? No ſweet, I live to be the ſervant of Nerina. I, ſo ſaid Hylas, whil'ſt I liv'd with him. She thinks of Hylas ſtill, what ſhall I do? But tell me Daphnis, in what place am I? In Daphnis heart you live, and ever did. And ſo ſaid Hylas, when we liv'd together. O Gods againe? Nerina thinke not on him, You muſt love me. Muſt they in this new world, As they have chang'd their lives, ſo change their loves, I never ſhall do that. You are deceiv'd. You are not dead. Not dead? how came I hither then? By my device to keepe me company. But will you not declare, how I came hither? Aske me not that, but goe along with me. Stay ſhepheard, whither would you have me goe? Where love and ſilence ſhall befriend us beſt. But tell me Daphnis, was not I once dead? You were, but I your ſervant chang'd that death nto a ſleepe. I know not what you meane, Can you change death into a ſleepe? I can, And did for love of you. This is a riddle, Pray let me know what you do meane by it. Come with me, and you ſhall. Nay, tell me firſt. Then know faire ſhepheardeſſe, that when I ſaw My love, my ſervices, my gifts, my vowes, Did all returne to me without your love, I had recourſe unto this Artifice, A pleaſent one of loves Invention, Which you may well remember.