Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals) classical legend or myth T22 Shepherds, flocks and Pan typicality 0.74 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T22: shepherd, pan, shepherds, love, sheep, flocks, fair, shepherdess, swain, away.
How now shepherd, There's none who in that simple shape or name Needs treason fear. Should any come prepared For mischief, I have lights about me shine Sufficient to prevent it: but thou seem'st None of such rank. Come sit by me and talk. The servant to the great Saturnia Doth me no common grace. Thou knowest me than? What shepherd but not only knows your name, but fears your strength? Nay sit (by me thou'rt safe) And tell some pretty tales to make me laugh: have not long been merry. First resolve me; ●s that fair heifer of some neighbour herd, You drag thus in an halter? she's my charge, A witty Brutus, a most ingenious beast, A very apprehensive Animal, That can do tricks: she hath been taught, I tell thee, To writ and read. Argus, not possible. 'Tis as I said before: but having her, Some pretty tale, I prithee. But what if Some goddess should live in this shape disguised, To whom you are so churlish. I could tell you A story to that end. Such toys I love. Thus the Pierideses report: The Giants Assembled and made war against the gods, Heap Ossa upon Pelion, Caucasus Upon Parnassus, Pindus above them; Hill upon mountain, mountain upon hill, Till they had made a scale that reach to heaven. The conflict than begun: the monstrous Typhon Was Captain of the Giants: Of the gods Great Iove, Archduke. The Generals met and fought. In brief (to cut of circumstance) the earth Prevailed' 'gainst heaven. The gods are forced to fly: Iove, chased by Typhon into Egypt, changed Himself into a Ram: Apollo, frighted, Turns to a Crow, Bacchus into a Goat, Iuno a Cow, Diana to a Cat; Venus into a Fish, and took the sea; Mars to a Pigmy, jest he should be known: And Mercury, surnamed the crafty god, Into a Fox. A Fox? But I would meet That craft which could beguile Argus bright eyes. Proceed, proceed, good shepherd. Why may not than Some goddess be included in this shape? A goddess, sayst thou? think me equal than With one of these huge Giants, if not greater, That have the power and potency to lead A godhead in a string. But ha', what music Was that strooke up? 'Twas sweet and delicate, Nor have I herded the like. My fellow shepherds Behind that rock (from whence an echo grows) For the more grace have chus'd that place as fittest, Pressed to bestow their cunning upon you, Whom they havé herded, much tired with watching long And shall we have some merry Madrigal To pass away the time with? What you please. I fame would know how first these Pipes came up That make this dainty music?
nodes 522–591 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 11 in this edition
Length
461 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T22 — Shepherds, flocks and Pancross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.739 (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)
How now ſhepheard, There's none who in that ſimpl ſhape or name Needs treaſon feare. Should any come prepar'd For miſchiefe, I have lights about me ſhine Sufficient to prevent it: but thou ſeem'ſt None of ſuch ranke. Come ſit by me and talke. The ſervant to the great Saturnia Doth me no common grace. Thou know'ſt me then? What ſhepheard but not only knowes your name, ut feares your ſtrength? Nay ſit (by me th'art ſafe) And tell ſome pretty tales to make me laugh: have not long been merry. Firſt reſolve me; s that faire heifer of ſome neighbour herd, You drag thus in an halter? Shee's my charge, A witty Brute, a moſt ingenious beaſt, A very apprehenſiue Animal, That can do tricks: ſhe hath been taught, I tell thee, To write and reade. Argus, not poſſible. 'Tis as I ſaid before: but having her, Some pretty tale, I prethee. But what if Some goddeſſe ſhould live in this ſhape diſguis'd, To whom you are ſo churliſh. I could tell you A ſtory to that end. Such toyes I love. Thus the Pierides report: The Gyants Aſſembled and made war againſt the gods, Heape Oſſa upon Pelion, Caucaſus Vpon Pernaſſus, Pindus above them; Hill upon mountain, mountain vpon hill, Till they had made a ſcale that reache to heaven. The conflict then began: the monſtrous Typhon Was Captain of the Gyants: Of the gods Great Iove, Archduke. The Generals met and fought. In briefe (to cut off circumſtance) the earth Prevaild 'gainſt heauen. The gods are forc't to fly: Iove, chac'd by Typhon into Egypt, chang'd Himſelfe into a Ram: Apollo, frighted, Turnes to a Crow, Bacchus into a Goat, Iuno a Cow, Diana to a Cat; Venus into a Fiſh, and tooke the ſea; Mars to a Pigmy, leſt he ſhould be knowne: And Mercury, ſyrnam'd the crafty god, Into a Fox. A Fox? But I would meet That craft which could beguile Argus bright eyes. Proceed, proceed, good ſhepheard. Why may not then Some goddeſſe be included in this ſhape? A goddeſſe, ſaiſt thou? thinke me equall then With one of theſe huge Gyants, if not greater, That have the power and potencie to leade A god-head in a ſtring. But ha, what muſick Was that ſtrooke vp? 'Twas ſweet and delicat, Nor have I heard the like. My fellow ſhepheards Behinde that rocke (from whence an echo growes) For the more grace have chus'd that place as fitteſt, Preſt to beſtow their cunning vpon you, Whom they havé heard, much tyr'd with watching long And ſhall we have ſome merry Madrigall To paſſe away the time with? What you pleaſe. I fame would know how firſt theſe Pipes came up That make this dainty muſicke?