Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
I could be angry with thee Camilla, for I'll first be treacherous to my own soul, ere buy content or kingdoms with perfidiousness. God reward you, for man will never. Virtue is rich, and rewards itself: and if my wrongs merit Lucilio's safety, Heaven redouble 'em. Now Micale thou hast the sight of them, And art already spied; cast out the bait. What is she? Sure some voluntary occasion has driven her this way. 'Tis some Chameleon perhaps, that lives upon the breath of news, and comes to intelligence us here. What, no salute! methinks the furious heat Should make 'em soon inquisitive to know What I came laden with into these Mountains, Which yield no other juice but Crystal Springs: I have a liquour here to quench their thirst, Physic to purge them from their loving humours, And that aspiring mind that does invest Althaea's hopes within a Duchess style. Faith Mistress my stomach takes this for an invitation, I have a great appetite to be acquainted with the honest Shepherdess, for I am dry at heart, though my teeth water. Yet be not impudent, invite not thyself. Why no, I shall do as custom and fashion forces us in wooing, forbear and be coy, look to be invited and prayed, when we be ready to starve: I'll to her & dine, that's past resolving— Come will you go? Not I. Your reason? Because I have none to go. Nor I to stay— Shepherdess proface: I think your feast be neither gluttonous nor miserable, that thus you make it in the sight of heaven. 'Tis the country's privilege fair Shepherdess to shun both: will't please you sit and eat? Your kindness makes me presume, yet I fear to be over bold. Command and try, these Hill-Inhabitants dissemble not. I have a melancholy friend here by, whom discontent makes scarce sociable: yet perhaps company & your Bottle would infuse a little spirit, and make a Sunshine on her thoughts. You are too blame if you left her then, soleness feeds melancholy: please you we go and sit with her? That were to trouble your kindness. Nay you mistake me then, methinks Shepherds should not know these Court compliments, more than that does the country's honesty. Come, rouse yourself, and meet a banquet that comes freely to you. I cannot eat. Why then you cannot live. And therefore I cannot eat, because I cannot live. Yet strengthen Nature, and outlive sorrow. 'Twere Tytius' plague, to renew strength for grief to feed on. And to let sorrow keep you fasting were to starve with Tantalus. A hard choice for me the while. Virtuous constancy; thou art beloved of Heaven, and fortunately rewarded. Peace good Echo. Come Nymph, you must be jovial, these love griefs avail you nothing: men perhaps laugh at 'em. Why true: here's a health and wisdom to you
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I could be angry with thee Camilla, for Ile firſt be treacherous to my owne ſoule, ere buy content or kingdomes with perfidiouſneſſe. God reward you, for man will never. Vertue is rich, and rewards it ſelfe: and if my wrongs merit Lucilios ſafetie, Heaven redouble 'hem. Now Micale thou haſt the ſight of them, And art already 'ſpy'd; caſt out the baite. What is ſhee? Sure ſome voluntary occaſion has driven her this way. 'Tis ſome Camelion perhaps, that lives upon the breath of newes, and comes to intelligence us here. What, no ſalute! methinkes the furious heate Should make 'hem ſoone inquiſitive to know What I came laden with into theſe Mountaines, Which yeeld no other juice but Chriſtall Springs: I have a Liquor here to quench their thirſt, Phyſick to purge them from their loving humours, And that aſpiring minde that does inveſt Altheas hopes within a Ducheſſe ſtile. Faith Miſtris my ſtomack takes this for an invitation, I have a great appetite to be acquainted with the honeſt Shepherdeſſe, for I am dry at heart, though my teeth water. Yet be not impudent, invite not thy ſelfe. Why no, I ſhall doe as cuſtome and faſhion forces us in wooing, forbeare and be coy, look to be invited and pray'd, when we be ready to ſtarve: Ile to her & dine, that's paſt reſolving— Come will you goe? Not I. Your reaſon? Becauſe I have none to goe. Nor I to ſtay—Shepherdeſſe proface: I thinke your feaſt be neither gluttonous nor miſerable, that thus you make it in the ſight of heaven. 'Tis the Countries priviledge faire Shepherdeſſe to ſhun both: will't pleaſe you ſit and eate? Your kindneſſe makes mee preſume, yet I feare to be over bold. Command and try, theſe Hill-Inhabitants diſſemble not. I have a melancholy friend here by, whom diſcontent makes ſcarce ſociable: yet perhaps company & your Bottle would infuſe a little ſpirit, and make a Sunſhine on her thoughts. You are too blame if you left her then, ſoleneſſe feeds melancholy: pleaſe you we goe and ſit with her? That were to trouble your kindneſſe. Nay you miſtake me then, methinks Shepheards ſhould not know theſe Court complements, more then that does the Countries honeſty. Come, rouze your ſelfe, and meet a banquet that comes freely to you. I cannot eate. Why then you cannot live. And therefore I cannot eate, becauſe I cannot live. Yet ſtrengthen Nature, and out-live ſorrow. 'Twere Tytius plague, to renew ſtrength for griefe to feed on. And to let ſorrow keepe you faſting were to ſtarve with Tantalus. A hard choiſe for me the while. Vertuous conſtancy; thou art belov'd of Heaven, and fortunately rewarded. Peace good Eccho. Come Nymph, you muſt bee joviall, theſe love griefes availe you nothing: men perhaps laugh at 'hem. Why true: here's a health and wiſedome to you