Rutter, Joseph · published 1635 · first performed or written 1634 [1633-1635] (Annals) pastoral · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
The King. Although I wonder, yet I do believe thee, y faithfull Councellor. Your Majesty Has found me always real, but this truth The Oracle's accomplishment will prove, That did foretell their match. read it, Eubulus, Once more; and then call in my son and daughter. If ere thy Issue Male thou liv'st to see, The child thou thinkst is thine, thine shall not be. Calligone is not my child, proceed. His life shall be obscure, twice shall thy hate Doom him to death, yet shall he scape that Fate. 'Tis true, that twice I did command his death, First thinking him a bastard, than a shepherd, For his offence; the Gods are just: Go on. And thou shalt live to see that not long after Thy only son shall wed thy only daughter. This was a riddle ever till this day, Their marriage has made it plain. Eubulus, Call in Archigenes, and call thy daughter The fair Calligone, that I may pour My blessings on them: And I long to see Those characters, thou writ'st about his neck, That I may call him mine. See where they are. Archigenes come nearer, for thou art A stranger yet, although thou be my son: The Character is plain, it is the same Eubulus writ to me: you heavenly powers Give me a heart that may be large enough T'express my joy for these, and thanks to you. My royal father, (for I am instructed To call you so) If I have done amiss In hasting to this match, I ask your pardon. And I for daring to aspire so high Without your leave. Rise both, you have my blessing. But who are these? This is the shepherd Sir, Who took me up first, whom till now I called Father, and he deserved it for his care. Eubulus, this is he, Montanus, is't not? He is delivered to me for the shepherd, Of whom your Majesty may if you please Be well informed of all those passages, I left untold. Some other time we'll hear them. Let him be well rewarded. Sir, these shepherds Are come to entertain your Majesty, With their devices, as their custom is, In which sometimes, until my fortune changed, I bore apart. Let them be feasted all, And study something new to celebrate These Nuptials, which I will have proclaimed Throughout my kingdom: and Eubulus, see That every thing be fitted for their honour. Come let us to the Temple, that we may With holy sacrifice appease the Gods, Whose great decrees, though we did strive to hinder, Yet are they now fulfilled. It is in vain, T'oppose the Fates, whose laws do all constrain. TO you most royal pair, whose lives have brought Virtue in fashion, and the world have taught, That chaste innocuous sports become the stage No less than civil manners do the age: We dedicate this Piece, but yet with fears, To have displeased so chaste, so tender ears; Which, if you free us from, we'll call this play No more the Shepherds, but our Holiday.
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The King. Although I wonder, yet I doe beleeve thee, y faithfull Councellor. Your Majeſty as found me alwaies reall, but this truth he Oracles accompliſhment will prove, hat did foretell their match. Reade it, Eubulus, nce more; and then call in my ſonne and daughter. If ere thy Iſſue Male thou liv'ſt to ſee, The childe thou thinkst is thine, thine ſhall not bee. Calligone is not my childe, proceed. His life ſhall be obſcure, twice ſhall thy hate Doome him to death, yet ſhall he ſcape that Fate. 'Tis true, that twice I did command his death, irſt thinking him a baſtard, then a ſhepheard, or his offence; the Gods are juſt: Goe on. And thou ſhalt live to ſee that not long after Thy onely ſonne ſhall wed thy onely daughter. This was a riddle ever till this day, Their marriage has made it plaine. Eubulus, Call in Archigenes, and call thy daughter The faire Calligone, that I may powre My bleſſings on them: And I long to ſee Thoſe characters, thou writſt about his necke, That I may call him mine. See where they are. Archigenes come neerer, for thou art A ſtranger yet, although thou be my ſonne: The Character is plaine, it is the ſame Eubulus writ to me: you heavenly powers Give me a heart that may be large enough T'expreſſe my joy for theſe, and thanks to you. My royall father, (for I am inſtructed To call you ſo) If I have don amiſſe In haſting to this match, I aske your pardon. And I for daring to aſpire ſo high Without your leave. Riſe both, you have my bleſſing. But who are theſe? This is the ſhepheard Sir, Who tooke me up firſt, whom till now I call'd Father, and he deſerv'd it for his care. Eubulus, this is he, Montanus, iſt not? He is deliverd to me for the ſhepheard, Of whom your Majeſty may if you pleaſe Be well inform'd of all thoſe paſſages, I left untold. Some other time we'le heare them. Let him be well rewarded. Sir, theſe ſhepheards Are come to entertaine your Majeſtie, With their devices, as their cuſtome is, In which ſometimes, untill my fortune chang'd, I bore apart. Let them be feaſted all, And ſtuddy ſomething new to celebrate Theſe Nuptials, which I will have proclaim'd Throughout my kingdome: and Eubulus, ſee That every thing be fitted for their honor. Come let us to the Temple, that we may With holy ſacrifice appeaſe the Gods, Whoſe great decrees, though we did ſtrive to hinder, Yet are they now fulfill'd. It is in vaine, T'oppoſe the Fates, whoſe lawes do all conſtraine. TO you moſt royall paire, whoſe lives have brought Vertue in faſhion, and the world have taught, That chaſt innocuous ſports become the ſtage No leſſe then civill manners do the age: We dedicate this Piece, but yet with feares, To have diſpleas'd ſo chaſt, ſo tender eares; Which, if you free us from, we'le call this play No more the Shepheards, but our Holy-day.